Twenty five of us not so much
jammed in above the wheels
this early evening moment
trying not to give spasm to a thickly
or touch a red sleeve.
Reading over your shoulder
maybe I learn you want to go to
or what laundry soap you use
and that you wore an entire bottle of cologne for a first date.
Maybe you’re automatically
shielding my forced attempts at sales and watching
as I discretely pick chia seeds
from in between my teeth.
Week of lunches with Frank O’Hara:
January 28, 2014 at 4:52 pm
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